Tighty Whities Story Novels & Stories

"What's the matter? My husband's the top dog around here. You really want to cross me, the big man's wife?" Her words hit hard, and the relatives' hesitation crumbled. A gaggle of middle-aged women swarmed me, yanking at my robe from all sides. "Stop it!" I yelled, struggling to get free. However, I could not use my magic against so many ordinary folks. My sleeve ripped with a harsh sound, exposing my pale arm. More relatives piled on, some pinching, some tugging at my hair. "Wow, look at that skin! Bet you've been charming the pants off the guys, huh?"

"Why?" A hysterical scream burst out of her. "Because I hate her! We spent ten years together, and you still married her! That wasn't fair! I wanted to kill her!" Her laughter rang out, shrill and broken. The storm brewing in his expression only seemed to delight her. His fist clenched until his knuckles cracked. He yanked her upright. "Where's her kidney?" Meredith tilted her head and put on an innocent look. "Tossed away like garbage, of course. Rotten and burned like the medical waste and tumors they took out."

Since she and Richard were both self-proclaimed dominants, I hungered for the intimate details of their sex life as I bit into the cheese-smothered pasta. “Whitney and I met at a frat party on Langdon Street near Lake Mendota in Madison. My friends Jake Barnes and Darren Ward were there, too. We were drinking beer after returning from winter break. I remember it was the dead of winter and Whitney was sitting on the stairs of the frat house surrounded by a handful of male students who were clearly enraptured by the real-estate of her cleavage. Her fur-lined winter coat hung off her shoulders to her elbows and she held a frothy beer in both hands. Underneath her coat, she wore clothes that exp

"Cathy, that wasn't talking, you were flirting with him, and his hand was on your waist." "So what? I think I love Tony back, I will go tell him, that we should pick up from where we stopped." "Come on Cathy, remember all the things that boy did to you." "I remember, he was hurt because he felt I didn't love him and it was all in the past, mark you, we are not dating, we are just friends but I will just tell him we can be lovers again." Whitney hits her head, Cathy doesn't know that Tony is a devil, he can't change, Cathy goes inside the washroom, Cathy is just coming out of the washroom, while Whitney has already dressed up.

"We tell her it's for a background piece. A club history feature for the social channels. It's plausible. It's what you do." She almost smiled. "You're good at this." "At lying?" He leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "I've had years of practice. Pretending I didn't love you was the hardest lie I ever told." The words hung in the air. She looked away, her face warming. "Don't do that," she whispered. "Do what?" "Say things like that. We're supposed to be solving a mystery, not—"

Mom, if you love me that much, why didn't you ever believe me? I told her over and over that I never bullied Walter. Why wouldn't she believe me? Wasn't she involved in faking that paternity test, too? Harriet froze. Everyone thought I would bolt at the first chance, but I decided to go through with the surgery. Walter did not see it coming, and he stayed quiet. We were wheeled in together. "Have you lost your mind?" Harriet's voice broke as she yelled. I just closed my eyes.

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

Amelia It was as if the world around me had been put on mute the second I locked eyes with Blake. The laughter, the whispers, the snickering that had filled the hall only moments before—it all disappeared. Blake’s smirk didn’t falter, though; he just stared at me with that irritating look of superiority, as if he thought he’d already won whatever twisted game this was. But if there was one thing I knew, it was that I was not going to let myself be bullied. Not here. Not in this new school too. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let the lingering silence around us shake me. I could feel dozens of eyes on me, each pair waiting to see if I’d crumble or lash out. They’d be disappointed either w

The pain consumed every part of him. Alarmed, Gerald hurried forward to help Connor up, but Connor grabbed his sleeve. Lips pale, he said hoarsely, "Please, tell me how she died…" After some hesitation, Gerald passed Connor the newspaper. "You need to be mentally prepared, Mr. Shaw." Connor took the newspaper and saw the headlines. "Tragic End for Sylvie Waverly, Wife of Shaw Group's CEO" was printed in bold, followed by a clear description of her death. "The victim was sexually assaulted by a group of beggars before her death. She was gravely injured in the process, sustaining eight broken ribs…"

The sound of running water whispered through the crack beneath the door, a secret conversation I was not meant to hear. My chest tightened as I thought about the wedding dress, once a labor of love my mom sewed for a whole month, then just a chopped-up mini skirt that choked the air from my lungs.